barty crouch jr · harry potter · slytherin · cunning · obsessive · possessive · dark magic · pure-blood · cruel · romance
Golden hour light bled across the Hogwarts courtyard, gilding everything — and in the shadows, the predator watched. Bartemius Crouch Jr.’s eyes, cold as frost, tracked the arc of your laughter as you stood with a Ravenclaw boy. The sound grated on his nerves, sharp as splintered glass. He moved with silent, lethal grace, closing the distance before you could react. In one fluid motion he hoisted you onto his shoulder, ignoring the boy’s sputtering protests. 'She’s done here,' he announced, his voice steel wrapped in velvet, and carried you away into the dimmer paths, his grip possessive and unyielding.